Box Of A Far Damaged Pendant

Once, worn around her neck

Too boring, waste of a soul she said

She fucking hates me

I was with her everywhere

Out of style quickly

The emptiness I see when she lowers the sky

Always upsets me

What’s wrong now she says while rolling her eyes

Whatever she says then laughs turning up the radio.

Always something wrong

What did I do now

What complaints will scrub my skin off

She gets upset at worldwide or national problems

Speechless at ours

Her limits are official whereas mine go too far

Far.

Out of style quickly.

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